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Thread #126200 Message #4090271
Posted By: Donuel
27-Jan-21 - 08:19 PM
Thread Name: Poems about Growing Old (and songs)
Subject: RE: Poems about Growing Old
“The ultimate horizon”
Please, remember me Happily By the passion flower vine laughing With bruises on my chin The time when We counted every black car passing By my house beneath the hill And up until Someone caught cold that wasn't a cold With a cough, and fever, A hospital A vision too removed to mention But
Please, remember me Fondly I heard from someone you’re still living And then They went on to say That the pearly gates Had some eloquent graffiti Like ‘We’ll meet again’ And ‘Fuck the Trump’ And ‘Tell my mother not to worry’ And angels with their grey Handshakes Were always done with such abandon And
Please, remember me At Halloween Making fools of all the neighbors Our faces painted white By midnight We’d forgotten one another And when the morning came I was ashamed Only now it seems so silly That season left the world And then returned And now we’re fed up by the city So
Please, remember me Mistakenly In the window of the internet and kitchen Then pass us by But much too high To see the empty roads at early hours Leave notes of wisdom not read Just like the gates Around holy places With words like ‘Beats underground’ and ‘Don’t Look Down’ And ‘Someone Save Temptation’ And
Please, remember me As in a dream We were all raised like forest babies Among the fallen trees And fast asleep Aside the weeds now taller than trees That fell silently Losing all their height Gave a gift for tommorrow In an empty canopy so new life cries A new idea That swings as high as any savior But
Please, remember me My misery And how it cost pecious time Those friends that love the rain And chasing trains The colored birds above, flying In circles round the well And where it spells On the wall behind St. Peter’s So bright with cinder gray in spray paint ‘Who the hell can see forever?’ And
Please, remember me Frequently In the car waiting for others to finish My hand between my knees I was only free to dream And said I am the unknown poet But never meant to last’ The clowns that passed Made me come up with anger DC was filled with circus dogs Filling parking lots It had an element of danger So
Please, remember me Finally And all my uphill musing now sleds down the hill But if I make The pearly gates I did my best to make a painting Of evil and good A boy and girl An angel kissing a devil A monkey and a man An orchestra and choir Filling the Earth ,an auditorium, with old familiar songs.